Midsummer came and went, and with it barely a moment for reflection. The fury and fervour of the past month has yet to abate, but through it all I find my anchor. The calm eye in this heathen storm. Beltaine seems a lifetime away now. In the intervening months, and through recent circumstance and kindness, I have made deeper friendships than I could ever imagine. Paying heed to synchronicity, and through trusting in strangers, I have come to know myself with greater clarity. The past weekend in Denmark was the culmination of this stage in my journey. It was exhilarating to reconnect with fellow travellers previously met on other adventures. And it was comforting to know there are many others who hear the musics call. Metal, in all its forms and subgenres, is perpetual. Regarded as an embarrassment by mainstream culture, it still survives - even thriving in the right circumstance. A creative continuum in a realm of transient trends. Metal has developed its own culture, with tradition and ritual stretching back through the decades. The kutte, the cornu, the encore and more; in turn melding with the aesthetics of older traditions - occult and otherwise. Although often mocked and ridiculed by cynical outsiders, these Heavy Metal Histrionics possess great value and merit. As a framework for social gathering, a unifying aesthetic for like minded folk. And yet also a conduit for more esoteric thoughts and principles, the awakening of personal growth. It is thrilling to be part of this brief moment in human history. A legacy of noise and steel and distorted rage. A sense of belonging apart from the norm. And yet, as Summer must reach its apex before descending into Winter, I too must turn away from the comforting warmth of convenience and face my own cold truths. Change is inevitable, and it is not always pleasant. Sometimes the path is painful, but to progress is my compulsion. I know that greater opportunity lies ahead, so I must undertake these challenges joyfully. The obsequious me I was dissolves into memory, and the Essential I snaps into focus. The me that is true to myself alone, unburdened by the yoke of compromise. The wheel turns, and the journey gets darker.
Posted on: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 07:18:15 +0000
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